2. Thou art, as is every other, Tainted by the poison sin, That the Serpent and our father Adam, by the Fall, brought in. But if God’s voice thou dost hear, “Turn to Me, do good,” ne’er fear, Be of good cheer, He thy yearning Will regard, thy prayer ne’er spurning. 3. He is not a bear or lion Thirsting only for thy blood, Faithful is thy God in Zion, Gentle ever is His mood. God aye as a Father feels, He’s afflicted by our ills; Our misfortune sorrow gives Him, And our dying ever grieves Him. 4. “Truly,” saith He, “as I’m living, I the death of none desire, But that men, themselves upgiving, May be rescued from sin’s mire.” When a prodigal returns, God’s heart then with rapture burns, Wills that not the least one even Ever from His flock be driven. 5. Shepherd was so faithful never, Seeking sheep that go astray. Couldest thou God’s heart see ever How He cares for them alway, How it thirsts and sighs and burns After him who from Him turns, From His people’s midst doth wander, Love would make thee weep and ponder. 6. God the good not only loveth, Those who in His house now dwell, But His heart compassion moveth For those whom the Prince of hell Hath enslaved, the cruel foe, Who men’s hearts with hate to glow Makes ’gainst Him, who when He ever Moves His foot, can make earth quiver. 7. Deep His love and most enduring, His desire is ever great; He is calling and alluring Us to enter heaven’s gate. When they come, whoe’er they be, Seeking now that liberty From the devil’s fangs be given, Glad are all the hosts of heaven. 8. God and all those with Him dwelling, ’Fore whom heaven must hush its voice When their Maker’s praise forth telling, O’er our penitence rejoice; But what has been done amiss Covered now and buried is, All offense to Him we’ve given,— All, yea all, is now forgiven. 9. From no lake so much is gushing, No depth is so deep at all, With such force no stream is rushing, All compared with God is small; Naught is like His grace so great, That remits our mighty debt, That He ever throweth over All our lives e’en as a cover. 10. Soul, why art thou sad and dreary? Rest now and contented be! Why wilt thou thyself so weary When there is no need for thee? Though thy sins appear to thee Like a vast and shoreless sea, If with God’s heart thou compare them, ’Twill a trifle seem to bear them. 11. Could we myriad worlds discover, All sunk in apostasy, Had the sins there o’er and over Every one been done by thee, Oh! still there were less by far Than the light of grace so clear Could on earth extinguish ever, God from greater could deliver.